She put her tongue in her cheek. “We strive to please. The voice with the smile is the voice worth while. And so forth. But that’s a toughie. You know we don’t keep any record of locals, Mister V.”
“The operators mark ’em down as they come through, don’t they?”
“Yes. But they scrap the Numbers Wanted sheet as fast as they’re checked off, completed.”
“See ’f you can find any old ones that cover charges for 21CC. Lanerd may have called a certain babe whose name isn’t in the phone book. He might have called an unlisted number.”
Mona rolled her eyes, caught her underlip between her teeth.
“Plenty of numbers call him, from what I hear. Quite a Casanova, isn’t he?”
“You get a lot of attention from the tender sex when your income is in six figures.”
“How trite but true.” She departed. “See what I can do.”
What she did was to come up with a crumpled slip; on it a number which Lanerd had called twice within an hour Saturday morning. It was in the Trafalgar exchange.
“Now you want me to find out who the subscriber is?”